Rhosyn leads both of them to the van, beeps it, and pulls out her cat, a jet black very rotund kitty, and plops it on her shoulders. The cat doesn't even wake up.
"This is Crystal, my big black furball. The only thing to note is that the boxes with the neon orange tape are fragile. There is only like... two of them, though so don't worry about it too much."
She opens up the back and pulls out the dolly, behind which are maybe 12-15 boxes.
"Most of them are books so they can be a tad heavy..."